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I was jumping in excitement, my hands flailing a little, heart racing with happiness. But suddenly, Aakarsh's face went red. He cleared his throat nervously and stuttered.

" Laado put T-tu... tu... bra... nhi... paye?"
(Laado my child did you... not... worn a bra?)

I froze, blinking at him, confusion bubbling up.

"Bra... ae ki hunda hai?"
(What is a bra?)

He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at me, voice halting as he tried to explain:

"Eh... eh oh cheez hai... jo kudiya pehndiyan han jadon ohna di chhati vaddi hon lagdi hai... Comfort layi... te support layi... Koi dar wali gal nahi... Main... main samajh sakda haan... kai vaar koi samjhaonda hi nahi, te banda confuse ho janda hai, ya sharm mehsoos karda hai."

(It's something girls wear when their breasts start growing—for comfort and support. Nothing to be afraid of. I know it can feel confusing or embarrassing if no one explains.)

"Eh sab... puberty... di wajah naal hunda hai."
(This all happens because of puberty.)

"Puberty... puberty ki hai?"
(Puberty... what is it?)

"Puberty... girls vich aksar 13–16 saal di umar vich shuru hunda hai... breast budding... dheere dheere shape ban di hai... adult size tak pohoch jande ne... underarm te pubic hair, hips vadhna, periods... mood swings v normal ne."
(Puberty usually starts around 13–16 years in girls. The first sign is breast budding... gradually breasts take shape and reach adult size... underarm and pubic hair appear, hips widen, periods begin... mood swings are normal.)

"Te... mainu ve... phena pahyega?"
(Will I have to wear one soon too?)

"Chinta na kar... kal... chalange shopping... Main tere naal... choose karan vich help karanga... proper fit, comfortable..."
(Don't worry. Tomorrow we'll go shopping. I'll help you pick something that fits properly and is comfortable.)

Even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a strange warmth spread through me—painful, flustering... and impossible to ignore. I was curious. Even though it was embarrassing, there was something strangely sweet in the way he was stumbling over his words, clearly flustered too.

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